From Prisoner to Si Chen

The sky quickly darkened.

It was not until about 7:30 in the evening that Gillan strolled from the neighborhood to the Tietjens Hotel.

In the past two or three hours, he thoroughly explored the surroundings of the hotel, just in case.

The hotel has five floors in total.

Because of today's grand birthday dinner, the Earl Taylor family has booked the entire hotel as a venue.

The lobby and restaurant on the first floor have been arranged in advance, and the nearly 100 rooms above are used as temporary accommodation for guests to stay overnight.

Even the breakfast and lunch for the next day are prepared in advance so that the guests can come happily and leave in dignity.

The arrangements were extremely thoughtful.

Outside the hotel, there are all kinds of high-end and exquisite carriages parked, as well as many new models of cars.

When Gilan walked through the door, he was warmly welcomed by two rows of welcoming ladies.

He walked straight up to the two male stewards, showed the invitation, and was invited in.

The hall is very luxuriously decorated, with red carpets, large chandeliers, and ten tables of various drinks, fruits, and pre-dinner desserts.

There are also some girly floral, silk and lace decorations hanging on the walls.

In the hall, there are all high-ranking people, elites from all walks of life. The gentlemen and ladies all dress formally, such as tuxedos, evening dresses, suit vests, low-cut tutu skirts...

As soon as Gilan came in, he felt like he was in a world of gold dust. The rich high-end fragrance is fragrant, and the scent of perfume is exuded by every lady present.

"Mr. Gillan, you're here!"

At this time, a girl wearing a snow-white dress walked directly in front.

Her long pale blond hair was tied up in a complicated but exquisite hairstyle, and the two strands of hair in front of her forehead were specially made into rolls.

Deidier put on a little light makeup, adding a touch of luxury and maturity to her original delicate facial features.

She exposed her slender white neck and collarbone, and wore a sparkling thin diamond necklace.

"You look very handsome today, sir."

Deidir came closer, took Gilan's arm naturally, and then smiled at him.

"Miss Didier is also particularly bright and moving tonight. I don't think any lady or young lady can take away your light."

Gillan turned his head and smiled like a gentleman.

Dedel was startled.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that the blond young man in front of her had changed... He would never say such things when she got along with him before.

The underlying gloom disappeared, replaced by a gentle demeanor and elegance.

Didier didn't know that after climbing to the second level of "Anchor", Gillan peeled off the seal of the crazy "self". At this moment, he is in a "perfect personality" state.

"Happy birthday, Miss Didier."

At this time, a young man and woman came forward.

Gillan looked up and saw that it was the eldest son of Propaganda Minister Stavin Lotito, the wand-wielding genius Reno An, and Miss Osara holding his arm.

The two seemed to have come together and were attending the birthday dinner as a couple.

"Thank you." Didier smiled softly at Lenoir and thanked her. "You two are a perfect match."

"Sister Didier!" Osara called out shyly.

Renaultan smiled, looked at Gillan and Dedel in front of him, and also complimented:

"The same goes for Miss Didier and Mr. Gillan. I think Osara and I will be attending their wedding in the near future."

Gillan said nothing.

Didier did not refute, but just said:

"I think you two will be faster."

Hearing this, Osara's little face turned even redder, and she secretly glanced at the tall young man beside her. The latter looked back at her with a doting smile on his face.

"Miss Didier! Happy birthday!"

At this time, another playful female voice sounded.

Jilan and the others turned to look, only to see Milinda wearing a pink tutu skirt and a butterfly hairpin in her hair, walking with a group of young people.

It was Joan, Nancy, Cordel, and Ziguy who belonged to Deidier's small circle of friends.

"Thank you." Didier held Gilan's hand and smiled under the astonished gazes of the young people: "I hope everyone can have a good time tonight."

"Brother Jilan! It turns out you two have been together secretly..."

Milinda opened her little mouth slightly and said in disbelief.

Ji Lan looked at this Yaomei with a smile and asked casually without explaining:

"Where's Prince?"

"My brother is out with his father and has no time to attend the dinner party tonight."

Nancy said with some regret.

Cordel glanced at Gillan and Didier, then at his brother Renoan, shook his head and said:

"It's okay if Prince doesn't come..."

The young circle chatted for a while longer, and Milinda and Nancy went to bring some fruit and snacks for everyone.

Gillan took the opportunity to observe the guests at the dinner.

There was nothing unusual about this group of gentlemen and ladies, and there was no sign that a "Black Mass" was about to be held.

At the same time, he also discovered two unexpected figures.

A lady with blond hair tied up and wearing a red evening dress was sitting in the corner with juice in her hand, writing something down in a notebook with a pen.

'Lebby Lund...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

It was the gold medal female reporter of Valerian Times who helped him write about his "agent" deeds.

Unexpectedly, she was also invited to the scene, and seemed to be doing a special report on this feast at Earl Taylor's family.

In addition, on the other side, there is an ordinary-looking young man wearing a suit.

This person stood alone at a dining table, eating snacks while looking up and scanning the whole place without leaving a trace, as if he was looking for someone.

‘Femi Campos…’

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

‘Why is this person invited to the dinner party? ’

The other party was the homeless man he met in the square at the door when he went to the Atonement Church to find the "secret".

Of course, from the secrets told by the "Past Atonement", we can know...Femi's actual true identity is a first-level mystic. In order to climb to the second-level "beggar", he disguised himself as a tramp to practice "esotericism".

This man was so ruthless that he was even willing to poison his own teacher.

Gillan kept this man in mind.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

At this time, a male waiter in a shirt and waistcoat passed by carrying a plate and stopped in front of Gillan.

Just as Jilan was about to refuse, he saw the other party's fingers tapping the plate three times, two fast and one slow.

'It's the joint code...'

He secretly said, smiling politely.

"Thank you." Jilan took the opportunity to pick up a cup of bark milk tea from the plate.

At the same time, he noticed that there was a piece of paper folded to the size of a fingernail stuck to the bottom of the cup.

Wait for the waiter to leave.

Ji Lan calmly took a sip of milk tea and quietly took off the note. Taking advantage of the moment when Didier and others around him were not paying attention, he opened the note and glanced at it.

Immediately, he gently raised his eyes and glanced around the hall.

Among the guests, there were four people, two men and two women, who looked at him at the same time, but quickly looked away.

'Committee of Inquiry...'

The thought flashed through Gillan's mind.